Bowling4Bikes
Steee-riiike!
now my
teeth are long
pentagram on my palm
what have I done?
teeth are long
pentagram on my palm
what have I done?
When the ebbing tide retreats
Along the rocky shoreline,
It leaves a trail of tidal pools
In a short-lived galaxy
Each microcosmic planet
A complete society
A simple kind mirror
To reflect upon our own
All the busy little creatures
Chasing out their destinies
Living in their pools,
They soon forget about the sea